Right at this moment, a pseudo eighth-tier fighter spoke with mockery:
"Originally, there was still a chance, but, alas, you had to court death, stepping right into the center of the formation."
"I really wonder what it is that supports your audacity without restraint."
While speaking, he turned his gaze towards Wu Ya.
"Greenflame God? When I first came here, I heard about you."
"Now it seems, you are merely a brash fool with a simple mind."
With that said, he waved his hand, activating the formation beneath Wang Mang and his companions' feet.
Instantaneously, a chilling aura immediately enveloped them.
Faint lights flickered around Wang Mang.
At this moment, Wang Mang did not use the Devouring Dao Rhyme to envelop himself.
He stood there, stark and rigid, in the center of the formation.
As time passed, the previously subtle energy of the formation was now dazzlingly bright.
Simply one glance was enough to scorch one's pupils.
